My scars were reflecting the mist in your headlights I looked like a neon zebra, shaking rain off her stripes

I've never been to the websites. It's a lot healthier for me to keep out of the conversations about me.

My favorite thing is drums. I have a very, very big memory - and I don't have many big memories - of going to see the movie Tap, with Gregory Hines. During one scene, he's in jail, and there's some water dripping down, and he starts tap dancing. I just like that feeling of: "I'm in charge, I can do whatever I want."

The only reason that it takes me seven years to do stuff is because I just don't really have a plan.

Because for whatever reason, even though I want to stay home all the time and be left alone, I want to tell the world who I am now.

The early cars already are drawing deep breaths past my door. And last night's phrases sick with lack of basis are still writhing on my floor.

I also just accept that I might never want to write a song again.